Disclaimer- Must I continue to repeat myself? I have yet to dish out the cash to buy these characters.

Entering the hut, Sango sat down next Kirara who had become somewhat sick from eating so many butterflies. Sango scratched the demon's soft head as she fell asleep. Miroku walked on not saying much. He cleaned up Kagome and InuYasha's things to make more room for the two of them.

"Thank you, Houshi-sama," she said moving some of her things over towards the center of the hut.

"You're welcome, my dear Sango." After thinking about her words for a minute he raised his brows.

"You don't have to call me Houshi-sama. You can call me Miroku."
Yes but every time I try to say your name, I pause as my heart skips a beat. She thought

"I'm sorry...," Miroku, Miroku, Miroku she shouted in her head "...Houshi-sama. I find it more appropriate to call you that."
Miroku just sighed and continued his business.

Later that evening, Miroku traveled into town to do some "site seeing". Sango stayed back and slept, as she was still weak. Miroku winked at some of the girls around the town. Some smiled back while others were disgusted. After about an hour or two of his flirting, Miroku went back to the huts. It was about 9 o'clock and very dark. He went to the nearest hot springs and relaxed. His robe hung from a low branch and his staff leaned against the trunk. He stayed in for an hour and thought deeply. He thought of myriad things such as how Kagome and InuYasha were doing, how Sango was feeling, what his feelings were for her. Being as handsome and suave as he was, many girls would have him, but inside that's not truly what HE wanted. He sighed and fell asleep in the relaxation of the springs.

Miroku woke up in haste. His skin was now a pale red from the heat of the springs. He practically jumped from the water screaming like a little girl. He stood for a moment letting the cool night air ease his hot flesh. He dressed, grabbed his staff and headed back to camp. As he entered he was making a lot of noise then quickly realized Sango was sleeping still. He stopped, not moving a muscle then silently and swiftly made his way to bed. He layed down and stared at her face for what seemed to be hours. He couldn't stop staring at her. Finally, he couldn't hold his eyes open any longer and fell asleep. When she was sure Miroku was fast asleep, Sango opened her eyes. She had woken up a few moments ago and knew he had been watching her but she didn't know why. Nonetheless, she liked it. She wondered if he was developing feelings for her just as she had so long ago. She stared at him for a moment then went back to sleep.

"Sango! Sango, wake up!" Miroku shouted. She was startled awake. She hastily tried to get up but fell over. The strain she had put on her back was too much.

"Sango please come out!" Miroku shouted once more.

"Miroku, I can't. I can't get up!" she shouted back. Miroku threw everything down and ran into get her.

"Miroku, what's happening?" she asked completely confused.

"The village..." he said out of breath "...it's on fire and so is part of our camp." He picked her up in his arms holding her tightly. He ran out, passing all of his belongings and taking her towards the hot springs.

"Wait here. I'll be right back." He said placing her down ever so gently then running back towards the camp and the village. He picked up his things and was about to go back to Sango when he heard screams. He stopped and didn't know what to do. He quickly made his decision. He threw his things down and ran into the village.

"Please, somebody help me!" a woman shouted. "My baby is stuck inside" she exclaimed hysterically.

"Where is your baby?" Miroku shouted back.

"In there, in there!" She pointed towards the two-story building. Miroku gathered all his courage and ran inside. He busted down doors as some of the beams supporting the building became engulfed in flames and crashed down around him. He heard shouting from upstairs and headed in that direction. When he reached the second floor, he saw a little girl huddling in the corner of her room crying. He ran in and grabbed her.

"Everything is going to be alright," he said trying to comfort her. He looked around trying to find the quickest escape route but it seemed as if they were trapped. He looked out the window to see her mother screaming and crying at the same time. He then spotted a tree about three feet from the window. The little girl, being about six years old, would most likely be able to understand Miroku's directions.

"Ok hon, do you see that branch right there?" he asked pointing the limb.

"Uh huh," she said nodding.

"I want you to grab that then wait for me to come out." She nodded again as Miroku went to the window. He sat on the ledge and slowly held her out to grab the branch. She managed to grasp it and climb over. She scooted back, leaving enough room for Miroku to climb on. He reached his arm over to the branch but lost his balance and scrambled back inside. The girl was so frightened; she disobeyed the monk and climbed down the tree herself. Her mother was there at the bottom ready to catch her if she fell but she got to the ground with only a few scrapes. Her mother cuddled her in her arms and waited for Miroku to come down. Miroku tried again to grab the branch. He managed to do it successfully but one of the beams was weak and fell on top of him. He fell directly onto his back making it hard for him to push it off. He thought about Sango then practically tossed the beam off of his back. He grabbed the branch and safely made it outside. As he reached the ground, a crowd of people surrounded him, making sure he was al right. He coughed from taking in too much smoke. His sight was blurry and his head was dizzy. He tried telling the people he was fine but fell to the ground and passed out.